Damned Semester

This is the end of the fifth semester in my campus. Almost the same with previous semester, the result is not like what I expected. It seems that the result is not mine. It is not equal to my hard efforts and experiences I got in this semester. I occasionally wonder how do the lecturers assess their students?
Based on what I observed, some of lecturers are just like school teachers. Come, sit down, talk, then leave. What the fuck? I am a college student, dude, I ain't a sloppy kindergarten student. Ah there is one lecturer, a short, black skinned man with his short weird black hair and fancy face that makes me sick. He merely entered the class, mumbling about students appearance, never gave any goddamn tests. I even do not remember if he had explained something in my class. All things he did was just delivering bulshits and annoying motivation. If I could speak to him right now, I would say, "Hey bastard teacher, so you call yourself a teacher? Dude, I come from far from home to get knowledge and information you have in your fucking brain. I need no your fashion advices. I need food to eat not fashion. I need money to buy your services not fashion. I need air to breath not fashion. Hell with you! I come here to study. I have lots of relatives that specialized in fashion" Well, that is one of aggravating lecturers which exists in this almost-collapsed campus. Others are almost as aggravating as him. Taught by good lecturers are just a dream for me here, in this slum.
Oh well, life should go on anyway. Other people say that yesterday is a history, today is a gift and tomorrow is a mystery. I do agree but I had cranky histories, annoying gifts, and goddamn mysteries. Often!